Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nas. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
the Association,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Fear,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.